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dolliestfairy · 9 months

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𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟'𝑠 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦 𝅄ֹ ׅ♡ ೀ ʚĭɞ ‌ིᨴּ ˒˒۪

(Crazy) Yandere [Nerd] Boy x Soft!Chubby!Fem!Reader ༢𓏲๋ ⊹ ֢

𔓘 Tw : Kidnapping, Extreme Noncon (y'all are strangers bro), Rushed Fanfic, Mentions Of Blood, Virginity-Take, Extreme Somnophilia, Stalking, Extreme Obsession, Impregnate, A little of Bondage, Seriously dude you're fucking with a crazy nerd boy who is a freaking stranger to you like y'all didnt know each other but this madman is really know you to the soul from all his stalking and stuff. this fanfic is quite the Dead Dove Do Not Eat. Chubby reader fics with no skintone of reader mentioned.

𔓘 A/N : y'all.. this are f***king insane bro.. like this is kinda disturbing imo as a writer of this and also a lot of suffocating. Read at your own risk. me myself actually like the extreme yandere fics but this is still the prefix of it. stay safe while reading this because again; y'all are a stranger!! if a dark content yandere isnt your cup of tea then i highly recommend you to spend your shit at other blogs!! ty.

W/C : 6,4K for Stranger Fucking 💀

Currently thinking abt nerdy men who looks like they would shit in their pants when someone raised their voice at them, but the truth is; he's really really quite the strong. he's a nerdy man who arent shy at all (or maybe just a little) and he's simply just dont like to be bothered by anyone else. he's also a nerdy man who told himself countless time to just focus on studying and studying, and at the first moment; he actually manage to do it within his daily life, well until he met you.

You; plump, soft looking girl with chubby cheeks and doe eyes. you dont even know how much you affect him didnt you? arent you just dumb? walking there and then with such a tiny skirt that almost showed up your plump ass cheeks. walking down in the hallway with such dress that hugged all of your curves together perfectly. oh if only you find out how every night he would spend his time in his bedroom alone while his hand thrust his own cock up and down, thinking about you. he would be drown in his thoughts about how you would find out all his dark fantasy about you. but.. he do realize he shouldnt be doing this actually, no really, he should just be studying, but the soft laugh and those.. those whimpers terror you gave him just drove him to his edge.

And the fact that he masturbate about you when you both are clearly still stranger - is fucking crazy. he mostly had heard of how'd you talk, whimper and moan (wait.. how did.. he know?) and stuff like that while your own self being completely un guard around him. he swear to his thumbs he hated you for making him felt like this, i mean how could you?? a plump girl just trying to get into her daily life as normal as usual can make some nerd dude mad in love with her without her being aware at all?! he cant do this.. he cant do this anymore..!

And he really cant do it anymore. as he go to your apartement at midnight after finding out where you live. peeking through the window to what you were doing only to find you dressing in a short pastel rainbow dress lingerie with big bows placed in the back of your hair, dancing to some songs.. and oh my god he cant even explain how much he want to ripped those colorful dress lingerie off your body. he has no doubt at all that you have the most beautiful body he would ever sees in his entire life.

As he drown himself in his own thoughts until he heard a telephone ring -- it was your friend! your male friend! as you picked the phone up, talking with your friends, while he sees with his own eyes about the way you laugh softly at what-god-knows your friend was muttering to you. he doesnt and he would rather bury himself alive than admitting about the fact that he was really, really, envy and jealous. as he harshly breath at you, while all his body is literally focus with you. his eyes seeing you from head-to-toe, his ears listening carefully about the conversation you're having as his mouth try to resist to open it again because well um -- he is quite the drooling over there. that was it until you start to walk towards the front door where he was outside!!

As he sees you carefully, while hiding himself in the corner, and focused on the door handle you're about to open. until........

Until he quickly enough to put his arms and placed it onto your mouth, shuting you up until you passed out and bring you to your new home his home. as he open the bondage he placed at your mouth, and pinch your chubby cheeks until he sees your whimpering again. thats it! thats the thing that always drove him mad everydsy everynight. thinking about you whimper at whatever he was doing was like a holy candle for him. he then stood himself up, looking at your half unconscious body, and then start to strip you... to naked.

As he softly ripped all the dress lingerie you weared, and after he got the look at your boobs, he slowly put his hands up at where your nipples on, and start playing with it. while his eyes focused on your face, waiting the reaction he have been wait. and until then... you are moaning. honestly he have been thinking that he was in a dream that time. i mean -- he do have seen you moan by the way he always check on you secretly.. but he never except his own self to be the only one who could capable enough to hear your soft moan. as he sped up the phase of his hands playing your nipple, while his own other hand strat to undress himself.

And until he and your own finally completely naked. and... oh god to be damned. he swear he always sees you at some kind of whore while your other friend sees you just as an innocent normal girl, and he always have no doubt about his feelings That you have such an erotic body and at the end.. he was actually right. you do have a very very.. pleaseable body. as he placed his hands into your half unconscious body, lowering it until his hands touch your private part -- your pussy. he slowly but surely put his 3 long fingers in to play with you, and to be surprised or.. shocked even, that you are so so fucking damn tight! he even sure that your pussy is one of the most tightest thing he'd ever placed his hands on, as he quickly sped-ing up his pace at playing your pussy, watching you moan and whimper become one, he cant believe what he saw. you're literally still half unconscious! but yet you somehow still manage to bring out the sound he would die for with! at this rate he doesnt know if he wants to wake you up or just let you still be half unconscious so when you wake up, you're gonna have a some extra surprised with your naked body that has been covered with his cums. as he thinking about it while he placed his (quite big) cock at your pussy. trying to rip those tight wall of your pussy off. thats what he was trying to do until your pussy start showing a little drop of blood out of it.

Oh.. he get it.. yeah he actually get it. You're a Virgin arent you? oh.. such sweet cheeks.. well too bad yoi're going to give all of your innocents left as his own hands and dicks. the body of someone you dont even know at all. he actually felt (just a little) bit of guilt. but who cares anyway? you're literally still half unconscious! as he said it to himself while he tried his possible to pound your ass up at your fat pussy. going in and up in every corner. at first it was slowly, but then he start to change the position into a mating press just so the cums and the blood are still there. as he quickly but surely speeding his pace up like a mad man. at this rate he was at the edge of doesnt gave a fuck about the fact that you're still half unconscious but then he's also at the edge of shock and unbelief because of how you are still not waking up at his pounding.

And all of those pounding ends when his cock start to dried out with how your fat pussy suck all his cums and sperma in. pulling his cock out of your pussy only to see the view of the inside of your pussy, being drown with his cums. as his hands hold your body up just so all the cums he had restored isnt goung to spill. and until then he slowly put his hands down, letting your body down into the mating press position, watching your pussy spilling all of his cums like a fucking waterfall. (his cum waterfall) and then he placed his palm hands at your cheeks softly, while quietly muttering about how he would take care of you, and keeping you safe and that you wouldnt need to be scared of him (even after all his done to you) as he placed his other hand at your undressed belly, and then stroke it with such gentleness because he knew that right now, right at the almost-morning time, that you're going to be swellen with thousands - thousands of his sperm, and at the end of the month, he would see you placed your own hands at your bellies who at that time was full with his kid. oh how he cant wait... he just hope that you wouldnt be freaked out about the fact that you just found yourself in a unrecognizeable place with a literal fucking stranger who is now has placed a baby inside of you. yes, a baby -- his baby.

TSUKISHIMA KEI, ITOSHI RIN, MEGUMI, Itachi, Shikamaru, Nanami, Neji, Tobirama, Deku, KUNIMI, Muichiro, SEMI EITA, Konoha Akinori, Venti, XIAO, AL-HAITAM, Akaashi, KOZUME KENMA, & hatake kakashi.

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weathertheraine · 15 days

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Girltsukki doodles with different hair lengths… I can’t decide which is my favourite

#tsukishima kei #tsukishima yumiko #<- for my other girl tsukki content #transfem headcanon #transfem tsukishima #trans headcanon #kei tsukishima #artists on tumblr #digital art #procreate #haikyuu!!#haikyuu fanart #hq!!#fanart

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maerinhearts · 1 year

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King Pt. II

Part I.

Here it finally is. The long awaited part 2!

Warnings: slight choking, fingers in mouth, unprotected sex, creampie, mentions of alcohol, fem!bodied reader.

Word count: 3.7K+

Smut is below the cut, as always.

Minors, do not interact with my shit.

A/N: I'm looking forward to all of your reactions for this...

You’re shaking hands with the other team after the much-anticipated championship game. Emotions are high after a hard-earned win. Tsukishima somehow ended up next to you, his back rigid. You pay him no mind, shaking the next players hand with a smile on your face. You and Tsukishima hadn’t spoken a word to each other since the night before. That was fine with you. You’d rather forget the whole thing ever happened. It would mess up the whole team dynamic if things escalated.

You’re shaking the last players hand from the other side of the net when you make eye contact with him. You feel a chill rush down your spine under his gaze, something just feeling off about him when he leans closer to you, free hand coming up to grab the net. He tightens his grip around your own hand, bones nearly rubbing together as he yanks your body closer to him.

“How about you show me what you look like on your knees later?” he asks, tone slimy. You flinch, trying to pull your hand away from him.

A hand shoots out from beside you, grabbing the player up by the front of his shirt and yanking him away from you. He drops your hand in surprise. You cradle the hand to your chest, now throbbing, and glance up to see Tsukishima nearly nose to nose with the player, the only thing separating them is the net.

“Have you lost your fucking mind?” he nearly shouts at the guy.

The gym goes silent before chaos breaks loose. The other team comes up to defend their teammate, your own team coming up to defend Tsukishima.

“What is going on?” Yuuji, the team captain, asks loudly around the commotion.

Tsukki tightens his grip on the guy’s jersey. “This mother fucker just asked Y/N to get on her knees for him.” Those words alone cause your own team to go up in flames as Tsukki then pulls the guy to the other side of the net, fist pulling back to land a punch.

Without thinking, you jump in between the two. If a fight were to break out, your team would be the ones in trouble. To the crowd and referees, it looked like Tsukki was the one who started it.

You look up at him to see a look of displeasure cross his face.

“Stop, please,” you beg. “We’re never going to see them again. It’s fine. Let’s just get our stuff and go.”

He stays still for a long moment before letting go of the guy’s jersey and shoving him away. He walks away from you and leaves the gym completely. You then spend the next ten minutes calming the rest of the team down, faking a smile and reassuring every last one of them that you really are okay. You finally exit the gym with them, heading back to the bus to go home, trailing behind the group.

“Man, I can’t believe Tsukki jumped in like that for Y/N,” you hear one of the team members say from in front of you.

“It was wild,” another team member says. “I’ve never seen him get so fired up over something before.”

You feel your heart skip a beat at their conversation and train your eyes down on the ground. Did he do it for you because you’re his team manager? Or did he do it for you cause he likes you? Or maybe he just felt obligated to defend you because you guys slept together last night… Whatever the reason, it caught you off guard, too. You’re sure that had you not stepped in between them, Tsukki would have for sure broken that guys nose. The look of pure rage on his face said it all. Had you touched him, you probably would have felt him shaking.

As your team boards the bus, they comment how Tsukki was already there and settled in. When you look up to find him, you see him all the way in the back, tracksuit zipped all the way up with his chin dipped inside the collar, headphones already on.

Your stomach does somersaults at just the mere sight of him and you angrily throw yourself into the first seat on the bus. How dare your body react that way to him? This was precisely the reason why you hadn’t looked at him once all day. You were trying to be strong. If he even said a word to you, you would have been putty in his hands right now.

The bus ride back to campus feels short. The team was rowdy behind you, high off their win and passing around the trophy. Listening to them was quite entertaining. You found yourself stifling some giggles at their antics.

“Hey, Y/N,” one of them shouts out to you.

You turn in your seat to address them.

“We’re having a party at Yuuji’s to celebrate, you in?”

“Oh, thanks for the invite!” you beam. “But I’m actually really tired and have some homework. I’m just going to go home.”

They all boo you before turning their attention to the back of the bus. To the usual party pooper. They were all nudging each other, daring each other to be the one to ask Tsukki to the party. It was laughable almost. Until they talk Jiro into it and Tsukishima accepts the invitation. The bus goes silent before erupting into cheers. Tsukki had never been to one of their parties before. Although, he was only accepting because he really needed a drink. He was still angry about that guy’s comment to you. His own reaction surprised him. His body moved before his brain could even register what was happening.

He kept stealing glances at you from the back of the bus when you weren’t paying attention. If anyone noticed, they knew better than to say anything. He was suffering. He was respecting your wish to not talk about what happened the night before, but it was killing him on the inside. So, he was going to go to this party and drink until he forgets.

Before you know it, you’re back in your apartment and flopping yourself onto your bed after a bath. You spent the better part of your evening home catching up on some homework before rewarding yourself with a relaxing bath. The party had started a little over two hours ago. Yuuji gave the team enough time to get a shower and change before starting the festivities. You’re sure things are in full swing by now, everyone drunk and having a good time.

Your heart clenches in regret, suddenly feeling like you should have accepted their invitation. They were your best friends, after all. They were the ones you spent the most time with.

You heave a sigh and get up to start shutting lights off for the night. Just as you turn your kitchen light off and head to the living room to do the same, a knock sounds on your door. You take a look at the time displayed on your stove to see that it is currently one in the morning… and you weren’t expecting anyone.

You pull open your front door with a frown that quickly turns to surprise as butterflies erupt across your chest. There he was, just out of your reach, drunk.

“What are you doing here?” you ask, voice icy.

“We need to talk about last night,” he says, a slight slur to his words.

Without a word, you move to close the door in his face. No way. No way were you talking to him right now. He is clearly drunk. His hand catches the door, keeping it open.

“Seriously, Tsukki?” you murmur, annoyance evident in your voice. “We aren’t doing this. Go home.” You try to shut the door again, but he doesn’t let you.

“No,” he answers, “we’re gonna talk now.”

“Why?” you ask. “You’re clearly drunk and not thinking straight, just come back in the morning.”

His lips pull up into the sexiest smirk you’ve ever seen on him, confidence radiating off of him in waves. “Not thinking straight? On the contrary, sweetheart, I’ve never had a thought more straight since we had sex.”

You feel your face heat up in embarrassment. “That’s- That’s not even what I meant! Go home!”

You push on your door harder, but to no avail. Tsukki pushes into your apartment, grabbing the door out of your hands and shutting it himself. He turns back to you, hands reaching out and grabbing at your hips to pull you flush against him. He goes in for a kiss but you turn your head away, causing his lips to press into your cheekbone. You half-heartedly push him away.

“Seriously, Tsukki, we can talk tomorr-ah!” you gasp out as he bites down on your ear.

“Didn’t I tell you to call me Kei?” he asks, annoyed.

He dips his head down. “I really doubt we are close…” He presses an open mouthed kiss just below your ear, tongue darting out to lap at your skin, causing a soft moan to pull from your throat. “Enough to let me call you…” You’re trying really hard to finish your sentence, another moan making its way out into the room. “By your first name.”

Tsukki groans into the skin of your neck. “Can you just shut up already?” he practically growls before he crashes his lips into yours.

You waste no time opening your mouth to him and letting his tongue explore. He tastes like beer and mints. Almost like he tried to cover up how much he had been drinking in your absence. You’re almost embarrassed by how quickly your body responds to his touch. Both of his hands move to grip your ass and pull you flush against his body. His tongue wraps around yours in the most delicious way, lighting you on fire. Your hands somehow find their way into his hair, pulling him even closer to you if that was possible. His mouth finds its way back to your throat and your head falls back, letting him explore your skin.

“This isn’t exactly talking, Kei,” you tell him, voice breathy as arousal pools into your panties. His hands have found their way underneath your shirt, fingertips pressing into the skin of your back to hold you to him. The feeling of his hands on your bare skin has you feeling light-headed, it almost feels too good to be true.

He doesn’t respond. Instead, he drags his tongue from your collarbone up to your ear, causing a shiver of desire to course through your body. Your mind practically empties itself as he continues dragging his tongue across your skin, all thoughts of talking suddenly gone when he pulls your mouth back to his. This kiss is somehow hotter than before, mouth pressing into you harder until he suddenly pulls away.

“Still wanna talk?” he asks you, voice playful as he smirks down at you.

You shake your head no before moving your hands back into his hair with full intentions of pulling him back down for a kiss. Instead, he squishes your cheeks together with one hand, holding you in place.

“Use your words,” he demands. “Tell me you don’t want to talk anymore. Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

You gulp, unable to form words as you squirm beneath his heated gaze. He presses ever closer to you, lips barely touching yours as he speaks his next words into your open, waiting mouth. “Come on, Y/N. Tell me you want me to fuck you right now instead.”

His words alone are enough to make you cum, arousal dripping into your panties at an alarming rate. The sound of his voice mixed with the look in his eyes has you weak in the knees.

Without much of a second thought, the words come spilling out of your mouth. “Fuck me,” you tell him. “Fuck me instead.”

He smirks against your mouth, a short breathy laugh making its way between his own lips before he is hoisting you up. You let out a small shriek, locking your legs tightly around his waist, arms wrapping tightly around his neck as his hands rest comfortably on the underside of your thighs.

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” he mutters, carrying you back to your bedroom where he lays you down on your bed, hands immediately diving under your shirt to knead your breasts.

You arch into his touch, eyes falling closed as you savor his touch. You weren’t sure when you would feel it again after this, if at all. Would things go back to the way they were? Is that why he wanted to talk to you? To tell you to quit being the team manager so that he never had to see your face again?

Suddenly, his hands still and he moves to hover above you, pushing a stray strand of hair out of your face. You’re surprised at how gentle his touch is for some reason.

“Where are you right now?” he asks, voice soft.

You almost tear up at how gentle he is being, how gentle he sounds.

In truth, Tsukishima noticed that you had stopped responding to his touches and it scared him. He had a hard time turning his sarcasm off when it came to you, but he came here in haste to let you know how he truly felt. But the moment you opened that door… he had to have his hands on you. He couldn’t control himself. He had to have you. He had to devour every inch of you. Leave marks on every inch of you so that everyone would know who you belonged to. He felt so possessive that it scared him. He wanted you. And he wanted to tell you.

“Why are you here right now?” you suddenly ask, eyes brimming with tears.

A confused look crosses Tsukki’s face before he fixes it. You almost wonder if you saw any emotion at all.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, why are you doing this?”

Tsukki sits back on his knees and ponders your question for a moment, hands comfortably resting on your thighs below him.

“I thought that was obvious,” he muses as he makes eye contact with you. “I’m here to fuck you.”

You flinch at his words. Is that all you were to him? You’re ready to retaliate as the tears threaten to fall when he speaks again.

“And ask you to be mine and mine only.”

Your eyes widen at his words, and he scoffs.

“Come on, Y/N,” he mutters. “Why are you so surprised about that? You think I’d fuck you just once and not come back for more? No, no, no.” He leans down until your practically nose to nose, his hips hovering just above yours, hands coming up to gently cup your face. “I plan to fuck you every single night from here on out. And I plan to brag about it.”

You swallow thickly. “Brag about fucking me?” you ask, voice small.

He smirks. “That, and brag about snagging you right out from under every single one of my teammates noses.”

Your heart skips a beat. You knew this was Tsukki’s weird way of confessing his feelings for you. Tsukishima and feelings don’t even really belong in the same sentence. Just his usual sarcastic tone being gone was enough to send your anxiety skyrocketing to new highs.

You aren’t sure who kissed who first after that, or whether the two of you moved together. The next thing you know, he’s moving to take your clothes off and you’re moving to do the same. As he covers your naked body with his own, he presses his lips so gently against yours, you almost starting crying at the simple action. You could tell exactly how he felt in just one singular kiss. And the way he slowly pressed forward into your heat for the first time in over 24 hours.

He groans as he enters you, eyes falling shut. He moves to kiss you again as he fully sheaths himself inside you, your mouth gasping open as he buries himself to the hilt just as his lips touch yours.

“How are you still so tight?” he comments as he presses his forehead to yours.

You feel your face heat up, ready to tell him off, but then he begins grinding his hips into you, hitting a spot inside you so deliciously, it rips a moan from your throat. You bite down on your lower lip, determined to not let him hear you embarrass yourself as he rolls his hips.

Tsukki frowns when he pulls back to look at you. His thumb moves to release your lip from the grip your teeth had on it, fingers immediately shoving into your mouth. “Let me hear you, baby,” he says, lips pressing against your cheek.

“Actually,” he starts as he stills and pulls out. He takes his fingers from your mouth, gripping your hips and suddenly flipping you over. He pulls your hips up and enters you again in one stroke. “Let the whole neighborhood hear you,” he whispers into your ear as he leans his body over yours.

He shoves his fingers back into your mouth, other hand finding your clit as he begins rocking his hips into you again. His mouth is leaving love bites all over the back of your neck and shoulders. You’re a moaning mess beneath him, unable to bury your face into the mattress beneath you. Drool is coating his fingers and dripping down your chin, but you didn’t care. He is fucking you so good, there is not a single thought in that brain of yours.

He sits back up, pulling you flush against his body as he hammers into you. Your head falls back to his shoulder, crying out as he repeatedly hits that spot inside you that has your orgasm approaching at lightning speed. The fingers in your mouth move to wrap around your neck, other hand not stopping the assault on your clit.

“Fuck, look at you,” he murmurs. “You love it when I fuck you, don’t you? How could I not come back for more? Your pussy keeps sucking me right back in, almost like it was made for me.”

You try to warn him of your approaching orgasm, but “Cum” is the only word that you are able to form before your orgasm tears through your body, harder than ever before. Tsukki groans out from behind you as your walls flutter around him, cursing as your body goes limp in his arms. He lays you gently back onto the mattress before he flips you back over to kiss you. You kiss lazily, body spent from the orgasm you just had, until Tsukki enters you again.

Tears prick the corners of your vision as he begins fucking you again, hands caressing your body, never staying in the same place for too long.

“So pretty,” he groans out. “You feel so good. I could fuck you all day.”

“Nooooo,” you whimper. Just the thought of going like this all day was enough to send you into a coma.

“Shhh,” he shushes you, planting his mouth back on yours. Your hands find themselves back in his hair, fingernails pressing into his scalp as he picks up his pace. He buries his face into your neck, unable to pull away from your grip.

Your moans become louder as the cord in your belly begins to tighten again. “That’s it, baby,” he says against your skin. “Cum for me again.” He hooks his right arm under your left knee, pulling it up and reaching a new depth inside you that has you seeing stars.

Before you can warn him, another orgasm washes over you.

“Fuck,” he curses from above you as he continues fucking you through it. “Look so pretty when you come.”

Tsukki is on the brink of his own orgasm and just as he begins to pull out, you wrap your legs tightly around his waist.

“Cum inside me,” you gasp out, arms wrapping around his neck to pull him in for another kiss.

How could he say no? Seconds later, he empties his cum inside you, moaning into your mouth through it all. Your pussy clenches around him at the sound of his moans and he hisses at the feeling.

Instead of pulling out, he drops his body onto yours, burying his head into your neck and pressing gentle kisses into the skin.

It’s silent for a while and you’re about to drift off to sleep until Tsukishima opens his mouth.

“So when do I move in?” he jokes, pulling back to look at you.

You glare at him and pinch his bicep.

“Ow!” he exclaims, glaring right back. “That was unnecessary, Y/N. Apologize to me.”

“No,” you reply. “You’re not moving in with me, Tsukishima.”

“It’s Kei to you,” he grounds out.

“Okay, you’re not moving in with me, Kei,” you repeat.

He rolls his eyes. “And why the hell not?”

“We haven’t even been dating for an hour!” you tell him.

He looks at you with a confused face. “I don’t see a problem here.”

Now it’s your turn to roll your eyes.

“Although,” he begins, smirk pulling at his lips. “You did just admit that we’re dating.” He covers your body with his own once again.

“What, did you think I was going to turn you down?” you ask him as his lips find their way to the skin on your neck once again, genuinely curious but finding it hard to stop the smirk that was pulling at your own lips. You then become very aware that he hasn’t pulled out of you yet when he suddenly begins hardening again inside you. You feel your eyebrow twitch. “We are not fucking again tonight.”

“Don’t tell me no,” he replies simply, a hand moving to hold your chin aside, giving him better access to the expanse of your neck.

“Kei, I swear to God…” You trail off as his lips begin suckling on your skin.

“Yes? That’s me,” he says, “Your God.”

You resist the urge to punch him square in the jaw as he continues his assault on your neck. In the end, you fail miserably at stopping him, and you continue like this until the sun peeks through your bedroom window.

#king part two is finally fucking here #y'all #the smut was not smutting #you know #but here it is #please enjoy #to your hearts content #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei smut #tsukishima smut #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader

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kaslovestsuki · 9 months

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Boyfriend HC for my baby Tsukishima

! Warning! Smut HC at the end

• Tsukishima! Isn't a fan of pda because he doesn't like people staring or making comments. Whenever lunch rolls around he'll take you too the rooftop and cuddle you while you eat because he wants to feel you.

• Tsukishima! Is a sweetheart in private, it's not that he doesn't like showing it in public, he just doesn't want to. He wants you to be the only person who can ever see him like that.

• He only gives you his notes for work, or let's you copy off of him. He would never let anyone else copy him but you.

• Tsukishima! Makes you paper hearts, whenever he's studying he makes you at least 7 of them to give to you the next day.

• He would bring you lunch during work, whenever you text him to say you're on break he'd drop in so he could eat with you.

!Smut HC!

• Tsukishima definitely isn't quiet, he makes small whimpers while he's fucking you. He likes having you on your back so he can see your face as he fucks you. He also likes leaving hickeys.

#fandom #fanfic #hq!!#fluff #haikyuu!!#tsukishima kei #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima smut #hq fluff #hq x reader #hq smut #please #send help #sexy content #smut

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reebmasul · 2 months

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babie tsukki's sweet reward !!! 🍓🌸

IM HERE TO SCREAM ABOUT HQ OMG IT'S BEEN SO LONG SINCE I LAST DREW HIM AND GOT OVERWHELMED. RESLLY HAPPY FOR THE AMOUNT OF CONTENT WE'VE BEEN GETTING THESE PAST FEW DAYS !!!

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#tsukishima kei #hq tsukki #HE LOVES SHORTCAKES BC THEY REWARDED HIM WITH THAT AFTER GETTING VACCINED OMG #he is just a cute precious lil bean #love him sm #getting too many hq content rn my heart and brain CANNOT catch up #i wanna see the movie already huhu

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lov3rzz · 1 year

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exploring desires - tsukishima k.

dark content. toxic behaviour. smut. chubby reader.

this is fiction. i do not condone this behaviour irl.

18+ only, minors dni.

what does it mean to desire? to want something ferociously. a want that claws at your heart, that makes you act out of character, out of value, one that makes you sick to the stomach and disgusted.

tsukishima knows the feeling well. he’s sorry somewhere deep inside, but right now watching you choke on his cock, bound by chains, kneeling before him, he’s not sorry, he’s not disgusted, it’s euphoric and he can feel again.

every gag makes him feel so powerful, your throat constricting so perfectly for him, you must do that on purpose, you slut. he laughs at the sick pleasure, nails biting into your scalp as he uses you.

he’s close, his head feels hazy, watching you, tears forming at the lashes, cheeks reddened from the pressure of his hold, the strands of hair that fall over your face, the lewd sounds you’re making as he violates you, and your eyes, god your eyes, he thinks he’ll cum right there if you give him another one of those pleading looks.

“pretty,” he whispers, only to give you a little slap when you try to look up. you make a sound that’s somewhere between a moan and a yelp, he chuckles. you’re so fucking perfect for him.

his grunts are getting deeper, thrusts sporadic, finally shoving himself impossibly deep into your throat, “c-cumming,” he grunts, and you feel the release of tension from his grip as relief and satisfaction from the high he had been chasing consumes him.

he drags his member out slow, your eyes widen as you’re reminded of the length that was shoved into you, he gives your tongue a couple pats, before painting your face, smoothes a little of it all over, your cheeks, nose, lips, lashes, and sealing it all with kiss on the lips.

“now we remember right princess? you belong to me,” condescension thick as he smiles that deceptively charming smile.

as if a warning and reminder: you’re nothing but an object for his sexual desires. don’t even think about trying to run again, or trying to break up. because you can hide but he’ll find you, and just like today, he’ll take whatever he wants from you.

#haikyuu smut #tsukishima smut #tsukishima x reader #haikyuu x reader #dark content #nomi writes #my first time actually posting smut hahahahhhssh

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6eeznut · 1 year

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GIVE ME MORE BULLY!TSUKISHIMA KEI X CHUBBY READER. I FUCKHNG NEED IT LIKE HOLY SHIT. IF YOU'VE EVER SEE ANY BULLY!TSUKISHIMA KEI X CHUBBY READER PLS DROP THE LINK BELOW I REALLY NEED IT 😩

#anime x chubby reader #tw.bullying #bully!tsukishima #bnha x chubby reader #chubby reader #chubby girl #chubby reader smut #haikyuu x chubby reader #plus size reader smut #plus size reader #plus size!reader #tsukishima smut #tsukishima x reader smut #yandere tsukishima #dark haikyuu #haikyuu dark content #haikyuu angst #haikyuu x black reader #haikyuu smut

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aztecbrujeria · 10 months

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TW: sacrilege, male oral receiving, blasphemy, deep throating, degradation…yeaaahhhh

Thinking about Kei Tsukishima in his priest habit…after service standing at the pulpit and having you on your knees while he preaches about the sins of Satan and the love of god. His cock throbbing in the back of your throat as he degrades you and reminds you how much worse you are as the concubine and flesh light of lucifer himself.

“Look at you trying to milk the love of god from my dick…just like that, fuck, in the name of the father…son…ohh FUUCK…and Holy Ghost…I command you harlot…take. Every. Drop!”

When your tears spill down your cheek as his hot seed spilled down the back of your throat he’ll touch your forehead and bless it with the cross.

#husbando #hq smut #hq tsukishima #hq tsukki #priest tsukishima #tw. dark content #Tw. blasphemy #tw. Sacrilege #kei tsukishima #haikyuu tsukishima

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dolliestfairy · 10 months

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Cant Stop Thinking...

Tw : Noncon, Bullying, Yandere Themes, use the word 'fat', Dark themes, Male masturbations, Dacryphilia, Virginity-take, mentions of blood, force-realtionship, Chubby Reader Fics with no Skintone of Reader mentioned.

Dead Dove Do Not Eat.

💭🥛🍓 cant stop thinking about men who loves to bully you. men who said to his other friends that you're nothing but a bunny who fawnings all over him, saying that you're pathetic and fat. men who acts disgusted around you, when the reality is -- he was more than ready to sacrifice his own friends, if its enough for him just so he can see your chubby cheeks lifted into a smile. men who jerks off the thoughts about you. feeling pathetic with his own self because he should be just pinned you beneath him and fucked you to death! men who really wants to ruin that bright smile of yours. he should be the one who deserve to seeing it, not them!. men who pathetically hiding his jealousy when he sees you talk to your other friends, and showing your bright smile at them. men who cant hold it anymore, as he placed his hands over your mouth just so you cant scream. while his other hands grabbing both of your chubby hands and hold you within it. while his cock pounding your back, shushing your muffled screams and cry, and oh.. if only he can be honest, he must say you looked so pretty with tears rolling down into your cheeks. and he also enjoy the sight of your bloodied pussy. guess he's your first isnt it? men who force you to accept him as your new boyfriend. you dont need anyone else darling, just come to his lap and tell him what you want, he would gave it to you within minutes! although he wont gave you a freedom. besides, he's your first one isnt it? so he should be the one who deserve to claim you as his. its just a matter of time before he finally tried to court you into his wife, i hope you're ready to kiss goodbye at your normal life style because later on, you wont be seeing anyone else besides him, Ever Again.

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ The Men that i'm Talking about Are ;

Sasori, TSUKISHIMA KEI, Sasuke, SCARAMOUCHE, Childe, Kyoutani, Kuroo Tetsuro, MIYA TWINS, ALEC, Naoya Zenin, Toji Fushiguro, Sanzu, HAITANI TWINS, Douma, Sanemi, ITOSHI BROTHERS, Sukuna, Eren, Hidan, Simon 'Ghost' Riley, Suna rintaro.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Did i forget anyone? Insert your favs!

I cant believe i just write this -- i am going to hell...

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corvidsinatrenchcoat · 10 months

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hq polyam ships that deserve more love

bokuto/akaashi/kuroo/kenma

osamu/suna/komori

hinata/kageyama/kenma

bokuto/kuroo/oikawa

iwaizumi/oikawa/daichi/sugawara

ukai/takeda/healthy amounts of sleep

tanaka/ennoshita/futakuchi

kanoka/kiyoko/yachi

alisa/akiteru/saeko

lev/shibayama/koganegawa/sakunami

#listen the last one is not one i've EVER seen content for before but tell me they wouldn't be an adorable disaster #tols n smols being sweethearts #bokuakakuroken #sunaosakomo #kagehinaken #bokuroi #iwaoidaisuga #tanaennofuta #(?)#kanokiyoyachi #haiba alisa/tsukishima akiteru/tanaka saeko #it is very very likely i missed one so if i missed your favorite i am sorry :(#haikyuu!!#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu ships #ukaitake

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littliegirlwithglasses · 1 year

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𝐘𝐀𝐎 𝐈: 𝐊𝐔𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐗 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀

Tsuki’s pov:

Tomorrow is the day. The final match with Nekoma. Fuck I’m so nervous. My legs hurts and my fingers too from today’s match with Shiratorizawa Gakuen. Why Tendou is such a good player. He make me furious. Especially his humour. UGH THIS DUDE. I’m at the hotel and I’m going to my room. I just want to go to bed I’m so fucking tired. While i was walking the corridor i saw Kuuro. He is so hot..and his body i want him to fuck me…

Kuuro: Yo Tsuki!

Tsuki: He-hey wassup

Kuuro: I’m going to the cafe wanna come?

Tsuki: Meh. I’m going to sleep I’m tired

Kuuro: Can i come?

Tsuki: Ye-yeah i guess…

We entered to my room and he lay to my bed.. I felt my skin getting hot..

Kuuro: Why u blushed?

Tsuki: Oh-it’s nothing…

I tried to cover my face. He got up from the bed and he got close to me..

Kuuro: Your face is so cute why you covered with your hands?

Tsuki: I-um…

He pulled my hands away and he saw me.. Fuck i was so read..He smirked… I felt his hands getting lower and lower. He touched my blouse and he took off my shirt. He got closer and I felt his lips in mine. He kissed me.. I was shocked! He got closer again he kissed me again. Our tongues started touching each other. He picked me up and took me to the bed. He started kissing my body. He bit my nipples and i covered my mouth. I was trying not to moan. He saw it and he put my hand away.

Kuuro: I want to hear your voice..your sweet voice

He bit me to my chest. I moaned.It was loud. Fuck it still hurts. His hickies was everywhere in my body

Kuuro: Good boy…

He smirked. He was getting lower and lower. He took off my pants and my underwear.

Kuuro: What a nice view..

Tsuki: Stop. You make me fell embarrassed

He started sucking my dick. The sensation was amazing. Oh god it was so good. I was looking while he was sucking my dick. He was so focused and he was looking at me with his beautiful eyes.

Tsuki: I’m gonna cu-

I cummed. My cum was over his face. I felt so awful

Tsuki: I-I’m sorry!

He licked my cum and he took off his blouse and his pants. Fuck his abs was so hot and his dick was so hard..

Kuuro: It’s my turn now.

Tsuki: Wait what do you mea-

He put his fingers inside my whole. SHIT IT HURTED.

Tsuki: It hurts…

Kuuro: Fuck you are so tight.

He entered another finger. Three fingers inside me. I was in heaven. He started moving his fingers slowly and smoothly. It was so good. It felt so good…But then i cummed

Kuuro: Ha finally..

He took off his underwear. Damn it was big. Bigger than i thought. He took a condom from his pocket. And he put it on his dick.

Kuuro: I’m gonna be gentle..

He got inside me so fast. Damn Kuuro is inside me. Kuuro and I are connected somehow. He started moving

Tsuki: Ugh…Kuuro-kun..ugh…i’m gonna cum

Kuuro: No. Cum with me not yet

He was getting faster and faster. Then he cummed inside me. We cummed together…

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nataliewritez · 11 months

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Here's the link and the ss for the original Twitter artist!!

#sfw tickle community #sfw tk community #tk community #sfw tk blog #tickle content #tickle fluff #tickle art #haikyuu tickle #haikyuu tickling #haikyuu tickles #ler!yamaguchi #lee!tsukishima #ticklish!yamaguchi #ticklish!tsukishima

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vladimpale · 1 year

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saeko and her boys

#ngl i was proud of this when i first sketched it out but now...#anyways i love them and they should be everyone's ot3 #if i wasn't such a shit writer i would have written something seeing they have so little content #highschool akitensae is something that can be so personal #i know akiteru is like a year older than them but iMAGINE #haikyuu!!#tanaka saeko #udai tenma #tsukishima akiteru #akitensae #akisaeten #akisae #my art #id in alt text

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nikscottholmes · 3 months

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HELLO! IVE BEEN LOOKING FOR A TSUKIHINA (ft. Kuroo) TIMESKIP FANFIC whose title is "Diga Meu Nome". It's a NSFW fanfic with themes of voyeurism 😭😭

i had it downloaded to my phone back in 2021 but that phone got recently stolen and i cannot find the fic in A03 anymore 🥺 im hoping someone somewhere have saved a copy of some sort.

#tsukihina #tsukishima kei #hinata shoyo #haikyuu #fanfic #kuroo tetsurou #18+ content #haikyu smut

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the-masked-ram · 9 months

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Mannequin-Part Four

A/N: Please be aware, this is the climax of this story, it is a DARK CONTENT series. This chap has torture and non-con in it. DO NOT PROCEED WITH ANY OF THIS if this bothers you. There is an epilogue to come This is part of the Wheel of Mistfortune collab hosted by @cyancherub CW: dark content, not sfw, non-con, medical torture, knife play, gun play, drug use, amputation, body horror, horror, minor character death, serial killer, living dolls, stalking, gore, violence, ambiguous ending, abduction, corruption, nightmares, mind break, breath play, dacryphilia, obedience, fear play, fem reader

Part Four: Every time we touch your hands are colder, colder

You were distinctly aware of the warmth pressing against your side, a solid object that felt alive, the gentle sound of a heartbeat. You were even more aware of the fact that nothing sat beneath you, were you floating? Were you still asleep? You felt strangely cognitive for still dreaming.

Your eyes rolled beneath your lids, no, you were awake. It was strange, your eyelids fought strongly against being lifted, like they were weighted down. Your head lolled, chest heaved, but nothing else seemed to work. Finally, finally, your eyes fluttered opened, and you saw the white of Tsukishima’s shirt covered with an apron. Felt his strong arms cradle you as he carried you through a dimly lit room. “Hm, awake now?” he grunted, looking down at you with a quirked brow. “I’m glad, I definitely would prefer to see your face during this. Though, I’m not sure if you wouldn’t prefer to sleep through it.” The smile he gave you was cold, bone-chilling, and something unhinged glittered in the depths of his gaze. It was tiny, the spark of insanity, and you wondered if you really saw it. You wanted to ask what was going on, you tried, voice coming out in a muffled whine and throat constricting to form words, but your mouth didn’t work with you. His smile grew, and now you knew something was off for sure. That the fear twisting in your chest was right.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be able to talk soon enough, but for a few hours you’ll be mute. It’s easier that way,” he murmured. Your eyes widened and the first thing you did was try to move your arm, it responded for a second, the muscles twitching spastically but making no real movement. “Oh, yes. You also won’t be able to move,” Tsukishima said as if it was an after thought, pursing his lips as he looked at something just out of your eyesight. “Now how to do this.” Your muscles ached as you called to them over and over and tried to get them to do what you asked. However, you were nothing but a useless lump in his arms, mute, barely breathing, and unable to even twitch a finger. Your throat ached as it strained to scream in frustration, all you could do was scrunch your eyes closed and try to catch your breath.

“Don’t wear yourself out,” Tsukishima said as he placed you onto a flat surface. “I want to see the panic in your eyes when you realize what’s going to happen.” Your gaze flicked around as he manipulated you like a doll, rolling you onto your side, and pulling your shirt up the entire way, exposing the dip of your back. “Beautiful,” he whispered, as he maneuvered you onto your stomach. You felt his thumb rub over your skin, tracing your spine with loving reverence. “You know, I didn’t think I’d find my replacement so soon,” he said. “But then you found me, you sought me out, and I knew it had to be you. That you would be the best addition to my collection since I’d started. That maybe I could be a bit gentler with you since you wanted me to.”

His voice slowly went from awed to just a little manic, his words coming faster and his fingers tapping against your back excitedly. “The others never wanted me like you did. They didn’t pursue me and look at me with adoration, they didn’t fall into step when I told them to. You are perfect, but I still can’t let you run away,” he growled, his hands grabbing possessively onto the curve of your waist and gripping so hard you knew it should hurt. You could feel the amount of force he was applying, but no pain came, and for some reason that terrified you even more. Pressure but no awareness beyond that, what did that mean? What had he done to you? Your eyes flickered close for a moment, tears welling at your waterline and spilling down your cheeks.

Everything seemed slower, you could hear your heart and how it thumped erratically even though your breaths seemed shallow. Fear rushed through you, causing endless whirling questions. Questions that you didn’t want answered, but honestly probably already knew the end results. What did he want from you? What was he going to do? What had he done? Why had he done it? And though he had vaguely explained everything enough that you could piece it together with everything that had been happening lately, you couldn’t let yourself believe it. Perhaps this was just a really horrible, absolutely terrible, nightmare. A whimper fought against your constricting throat as more tears fell. “Shhh, don’t worry, I will take such good care of you,” Tsukishima whispered, and you felt him loom over you for a second, a light pressure on your back and the sound of his gentle excited breath close to where you lay. “We will be together until the end.” His hand appeared within sight before you heard the gentle clicking of buckles and a steady pressure slowly grew on your wrists, your shoulders, your legs, and your ribs. He clicked his tongue as he tightened it more and the restraints became tighter, more painful, until your bones creaked. “Just got to keep you still, if you move more damage will happen than planned,” he sighed, running his thumbs down the sides of your spine, counting under his breath.

You watched him reach off to the side again, coming back with a marker and the shine of something metal, something you couldn’t make out in the glare of the lights. Still, you shivered mentally, your body aching to move, to run, and more tears spilling over your face. You couldn’t see what he was doing as leaned over you, but you heard the pop of the cap coming off the marker, listened to him murmur again, numbers that made no sense to you. He stroked a finger slowly up the middle of your back, pausing at the base of your neck and pressing firmly. Tsukishima made an affirmative noise and the sound of the cap clicking back on again resounded painfully loud in your ears. Was it the fact you couldn’t move, couldn’t see because of that, couldn’t speak, couldn’t feel, that everything was dissolving into insanity around you; were those the reasons you now heard everything like it was an airhorn? You knew you would be trembling if your nerves could respond. You were terrified, but you also were aware pieces of you were slowly giving up, that you were slowly accepting your fate whatever it may be.

“Alright!” his voice brightened, and you blinked against the sudden volume change. “Let’s get started then. Don’t squirm, not that I expected you to, but well… just don’t.” Why? You desperately asked in your head, why? Why? Why!? Why shouldn’t you move? What was he going to do? Was he going to remove your legs? Would you feel anything? Would dismember you and paint you just like those women he left to rot? You wanted to stop your thoughts immediately, you had never meant to actually think those words. You should never have accepted the reality of what you knew was going to happen, what you knew you had been denying no matter how pathetic it had been. Once you gave those thoughts shape, you would be doomed to be aware, to know with every numbed second, every time you felt the pressure of his hands, that your life was limited.

--- Kei looked down at your untouched back, the only mark was the black line he’d placed across your neck. The spot he would cut and ruin you forever, ruin you for everyone else but make you even more perfect for him. He felt his breath sharpen and for a moment his hand shook on the scalpel he held. Excitement rushed through every vessel in his body, and he swallowed, forcing himself to calm down.

He couldn’t, wouldn’t, mess this up. Especially because he couldn’t wait to make you limp in his arms and then slide into your perfect cunt. He remembered the wide look you’d given him before he’d flipped you over on the table, the moment you recognized something was terribly wrong in your normal little world. It had been striking, beautiful, he would remember that look until he died. His index finger slid along the back of the blade, preparing for the stabilization he needed. A smile quirked the edge of his lips, as his hand took position, and he pressed the sharp metal into your skin without hesitation. “Oh,” he breathed, it was gorgeous, watching the skin, the fascia, and muscle split, seeing the blood well. “I was right, you are the one.”

There was no response from you other than then a muffled squeak that didn’t make it past your lips. He suppressed a shiver, biting his lip as he carefully cut deeper, watching red fibers part under his deft movements. The silver glinted ethereally against the hellish color of red splotching it and Kai wondered if it was possible to fall even more in love with you. The slices were exact, definitive and perfected from years of practice. Slowly the white of bone and yellowish white of the disc appeared. That’s what he wanted, and he inhaled sharply, stopping his hand for a second as he realized he had been silent for a while. “Your spine is so beautiful. One of the best I’ve ever seen. It’s a pity I need to cut into it,” he whispered, and he knew if you could move, you would have fought back.

That’s why he needed to do this. He knew you were a fighter and he needed to give you and him time to fall even more in love until there was no desire to leave in your brain. Sadly, that meant destroying your ability to run, your ability to struggle against him. “Trust me, you won’t feel a thing,” he soothed, and with gentle shallow strokes he cut into the fibrous tissue, essentially ruining your ability to move. He wasn’t sure how long he was at the surgery, could he call it surgery? It felt like it was. It was important, and in his opinion, bettering you. He cut away just enough tissue to damage your motor skills while not killing you, then with deft movements he cleaned and sewed the muscle back together.

Antibiotics, bandages, aftercare, it was all a familiar part of his ritual. But he didn’t look at your face until he was done, until he made sure your paralytic medications were reintroduced. And when he saw you, truly saw you, he smiled. It was the strange little smirk he always did, lopsided and just a quirk of the lips, he saw the glimmer of hope and recognition in your eyes. “You know I think you would look best with a more natural tone for makeup,” he murmured, once again talking to himself and dashing all your hopes in one go. He brushed your cheek with a gentle thumb, a touch that worshipped you like you were the prettiest porcelain doll he had ever seen. And truly that’s all most people thought he saw. Most people thought the women he chose were just dolls in his eyes, and perhaps they were to an extent, at least when they weren’t perfect. He had always liked breaking his toys. But his favorites he took care of, he put them back together again when they fell apart, he cleaned them, he loved them. But you would also be so much more. So, so much more. You were a living breathing thing, a human that would be with him forever, never able to leave him, and once you accepted it, he would let you speak. He couldn’t wait to hold you. He picked you up gently, “But all that can wait. Right now, let’s just clean you up a bit, I’m sure you are exhausted.” The way he wrapped his arms around you made him incredibly aware of how small you were compared to him. How he could probably snap you in half if he wanted. Still, he cradled you against him like he was afraid you’d break. You looked up at him, with drooping lids and exhaustion pulling at your silent features. Completely unable to control your own body, it did as it wanted and was even more limp in his arms than before.

“Now, let’s get you set up in bed,” he said, just barely adjusting the stiff collar protecting your neck from further damage. He had never treated one of his collection so gently before, you were special. He could see it in your eyes. There was still some stupid inkling of hope in them as you stared at his side profile, and he walked you to your resting place. He carefully placed pillows behind you, settled you in, and covered you gently. He watched you with adoring eyes, seeing only perfection in your frozen features. He couldn’t wait for you to meet the others. Perhaps he’d wait for you to heal before he stuffed the one, you’d be replacing. You’d never be stuffed though; he’d never break you accidentally. “You’ll be safe here, I promise,” he whispered, leaning over you. Then he did something he’d been thinking about for weeks. He pressed a gentle kiss to your unresponsive lips. His eyes catching yours in the process and narrowing with pleasure at the way yours widened. The tip of his tongue lightly traced your lower lip and his teeth nibbled at it. “That doesn’t mean we won’t have fun though,” he groaned.

--- He was far more insane than you originally thought. Your breath caught painfully in your chest, he had reduced your medication some, but something was wrong. You still couldn’t move. You had passed out at some point the night or maybe day, he had cut you open. You awoke to being able to feel things again, specifically the sensation of his fingers trailing gently over your collarbones, plucking lazily at the buttons on your blouse. But then the pain came and the nauseating way your head seemed to be floating away from body. There was a persistent throb in your neck, so deep you were certain you shouldn’t be feeling it. You gasped, finally able to make a sound to express your discomfort. Your eyes fought to wrench open against the grit cementing them close, “H-hurts.”

You couldn’t think of anything beyond that, beyond the endless ache. You were sure it probably hurt more than you felt, you knew you should feel more pain. But you didn’t, and you weren’t sure if it was because of the medications, he was giving you or whatever he had done to you yesterday. “Don’t worry, the pain medications will kick in soon,” he soothed beside you, and there was a shift in the bed, and suddenly his hand wasn’t touching you, but a welcoming cool cloth brushed over your still lowered lids. “Why?” you asked. “Well got to take care of you, who else will? I can’t break my favorite toy,” he said calmly, like it was the most obvious answer.

When the cloth traveled lower you looked over at him, at the blonde hair and warm honey gaze you thought perhaps you could trust at one point. Was that Tsukishima all a lie? Or was he buried still beneath the psychosis? “There you go,” he murmured, and you realized he had unbuttoned your shirt and was slowly wiping your body clean. “You are so beautiful, my little doll.” Your eyes rolled down, staring at the way he watched the cloth roll over your pebbling nipples, the sensation dulled by the roaring ache in your body. Then much to your horror he leaned down to follow the cloth with his tongue, looking at you through hooded eyes. It was a sight that likely would have driven you mad with desire just a mere forty-eight hours earlier. To have such a gorgeous man Tsukishima Kei worshipping your breasts and staring at you like he could barely contain himself. But your innocent crush now had blood splashed all over it and instead of looking gorgeous and lustful you saw madness carefully encapsulated in the shimmer of his eyes.

His teeth scraped across your nipple, tugging it lightly and you hated the feeling, but you couldn’t look away from his magnetic stare. He was right though, the medications were working, and you could feel the pain ebbing away. So that all you could focus on was the sensation of his possessive touch on your hip, the way his free hand dragged the still damp cloth over your ribs. “Stop,” you whispered, your voice raspy and fragile. Your skin trembled in his touch, making you all the more aware of how detached you felt from your body. He smirked, a devilish curl of his lip against your soft flesh, as he dragged his tongue to follow the cool path of moisture left by the towel. Nuzzling his nose against the fat of your tits, he bit down against your other nipple and finally you responded, finally you felt a dulled spark of pleasure. It turned your stomach, but his eyes seemed to glow with satisfaction.

“Good, I think that’s enough for today, we have plenty of time and I really shouldn’t have pushed you at all when you are healing, but you should see how delicious you look,” Tsukishima said, as it that excused him, as if the fact you needed to heal at all was ok because it was his fault. You glared at him, but even that felt exhausting, how were you so tired after just waking up? What had he done to you? What was taking such a toll on you? You blinked at him blearily as he carefully buttoned up your shirt again and this sense of comfort overtook you knowing that you were at least covered. It nearly made you laugh because you couldn’t exactly stop him from stripping you in your sleep. But instead, you let sleep take you into it’s shadowy fingers again, falling asleep to the feeling of Tsukishima’s hand sifting through your hair.

---- He held the flat blade, trailing it down your legs with a look of utter rapture and contemplation all at once. He usually removed these the first night. But they looked so lovely on you, he desperately wanted you to keep them. He hummed thoughtfully. “What are you… doing?” you asked, he glanced up. “Debating, I’ve steered away from making you complete because… honestly, I already feel like you are complete,” he murmured, tipping the knife on its point to trace a light circle over the joint of your knee. You blinked in confusion for a moment, he could see you trying to puzzle things out and he waited to see that look of shock, which look he absolutely loved on your pretty features. Ah, there it was. The way your face morphed not in just shock but almost horror. Though you tried to control it, not like it wasn’t obvious how normal people felt about Kei’s needs and wants, he found it cute that you tried to hide it.

“I’ll stay, I won’t fight you,” you babbled, begged. He grinned, thin and like the blade poised in his hand, “You can’t fight me. It’s just… will cutting them off make you even better?” You trembled and your chin jerked as you tried to shake your head. His grin grew, growing more maniacal, “Don’t worry, like I said, you are already perfect. And it’s not like you can escape. You need me now, just like I need you.” He wanted to say he still saw the love and adoration in your eyes. There was a part of him that craved that as much as he craved the fear he saw in your weak trembling limbs. But he didn’t see it, not a spark, though the pity he saw, he knew he could manipulate it. He’d done so before. Kei knew you still had hope that somehow this would turn out for the better. That somehow, he would turn out to be the good man you had originally thought he was. When did you turn into such an optimist?

He moved up your body, taking care to drag the flat of the blade along the center of your torso, all the way up to your quivering throat until he moved your chin higher with it, forcing your pain clouded eyes to meet his. He studied your expression, tilting his head like a curious predator. “You need more meds,” he murmured. You shook your head in a desperate jerking motion, hoping to deter him. But he could see the agony starting to grow in your countenance. “Don’t argue,” he rolled his eyes. “You won’t want to be without it.” He injected the IV attached to your arm with the medication and soon your eyelids were fluttering. If Kei was honest with himself, he could barely wait, the only thing stopping him was the fact that you needed to heal lest he kill you and break his favorite doll he had ever found before the fun even got a chance to start.

He pressed his lips as he watched you slip farther into sleep, seeing the rise and fall of your chest, his greedy eyes tracing your body. He brushed his finger along the blade in his hand with impatience slowly bubbling in his chest. He needed something to take the edge off. He wandered away in hopes that one of the others could satisfy his urges. --- This was how the last few days, or maybe weeks went, in a drug induced haze where you drifted in and out of sleep, and Tsukishima spent time caring for you. There was a part of you that had begun to crave his touch, his company, it kept your mind from spinning into the dark pit of despair just waiting to engulf you. There wasn’t much to do now except think too much about everything, especially since you’d gotten better and now realized you were paralyzed for the most part.

One arm could move though it was flimsy and not well coordinated, you could talk, move your head now, but you were still completely reliant on Tsukishima. The thought you would need the man who had caused this to care for you for the rest of your life, made you cry regularly. You weren’t sure why he kept you alive, but he had become much more affectionate with you. Even if you were spitting out vitriol or begging for freedom. His hands wandered when he wiped you down, cupping your breasts, your thighs, putting just enough pressure that you could feel it to through the tingling numbness now overtaking your body. Nothing was sacred, he had seen everything, but you knew it was only a matter of time before he crossed that line. “I think it’s time you finally get your face made up,” Tsukishima said one day. Your drugs had been tapering off, you seemed to get them less often or maybe it was less of a dose because you were finding yourself more coherent.

“What do you mean?” you asked, did this mean you were going to be killed? You weren’t sure if you were ready to die, but was this really living? “Make up, got to keep my doll pristine now that she is ready to join the others,” he said with a twisted smile. Others? Were there others that were still alive like you? He sat beside you, and to be honest the tickle of the brush, the thick application of stain and gloss was oddly wonderful. It felt soothing to have him stroke over your face, pamper you for a totally unnecessary reason, and for a moment you could forget this man so carefully dolling you had held you captive. You could forget that he had paralyzed you.

It didn’t last long though, because soon that maniacal glint was back in his eye as he dragged his thumb along the bottom line of your lip, cleaning up some gloss. The smile he sent you was too wide, too excited, and it crashed upon you with a panic inducing sharpness. This was your life now, either that or it was death, but you couldn’t even choose that for yourself. “Now. Now is the time,” he whispered, voice husky, needy as he stared down at you with quickly growing pupils. Small parts of you shivered under his touch as he finally began to look at you as more than just an object, he finally looked at you as something to defile. His fingers were dizzying as they made their way across your skin and over your clothes, undoing buttons one by one. His eyes were darkening slowly as they swept across new skin that he’d seen before but never in this sort of situation.

He worked you free of your shirt methodically, brushing his long fingers over your flesh as if he were anointing it, and you wondered if you could really feel it or if it was because you were seeing it that your mind was playing tricks on you. He leaned down to lick a freed nipple and scrape his teeth across it. There, you could definitely feel that. The little spark of pleasure caused by his teeth that caused your stomach to squirm in revulsion. “Ah, you like a little pain,” Tsukishima grinned, and you wanted to scream that you didn’t, that you just couldn’t feel it otherwise. But he was pinching his nails tightly around your other nipple, causing the parts of your body that would respond to jerk violently. A salacious moan dripped from your throat, only growing in volume as he left a bite on the soft skin of your breast. You were horrified, tears pricked your eyes painfully, you hated that he could make you feel good. You bit back another groan in hopes of making him frustrated, but your dreams were dashed, and he laughed instead.

“That’s right, make me work for it,” he hissed. Was this still Tsukishima? His persona, the person you had felt yourself falling for was so different than this pure insanity that lay behind the mask. He sank his teeth into your side, sucking lustfully at the skin until you were certain it would break it, he pulled away with blood staining his teeth. But the mark was small, it wasn’t nearly as bad as what he had caused with his scalpel. He leaned in and whispered, “Taste yourself.” Then he kissed you. Tsukishima had done a lot of things, but he’d never kissed you on the lips this deeply until now. The kiss was sickly sweet, but easily addictive. It was with this action you forgot you hated this man, you forgot who or what he was. The coppery tang of blood didn’t matter, and your mind was drifting in ecstasy.

His tongue slid over your lip, and you welcomed it as it burned across your own. So warm and wet and sinful, it pressed and pushed until you were moaning, and his fingers were working on your zipper. He kissed you like a lover, with a tongue rolling across yours and consuming you so completely it was only natural to give in. You wanted him and your hand twitched with the need to wrap around him. “Such a good little doll,” he murmured as he pulled back just far enough that his breath still brushed your lips. You looked up at him through a lustful haze only for it to be broken as he dragged your pants down your lifeless legs. Desire changed to fear within a second, you didn’t want this. But you knew whether you wanted it or not didn’t matter, he would give it to you. He would take it from you.

He hovered over you as you panicked, and you could see the calculating glee in his maddened eyes as his fingers lingered on the edge of your panties. They danced along the delicate lace he placed upon your body just moments before. “Tuskishima,” you whispered, your voice hoarse and weak as your throat trembled with terror. “Don’t.” “Don’t?” he mocked. “You wouldn’t be telling me what to do? Or are you begging for your purity, something I know you don’t have.”

You just wanted to move, you just wanted to run. You desperately, frantically, focused on trying to move your legs, but they didn’t respond. He slipped his fingers past the last barrier to where your body betrayed you. You could feel him glide through the slick glistening on your pussy and you nearly cried, instead you bit down on your lip, refusing to let him get such a reaction. He watched you through honeyed eyes as you fought against yourself. His fingers traced your clit, which you were distinctly aware you could barely feel. Then they traveled lower to where your walls stayed slack. “Can already fit two fingers in you,” he said. “So sloppy already.” He pushed in and you felt pressure but nothing else, no pain, no pleasure. It wasn’t uncomfortable, it just was completely against what you wanted. Tears pricked your eyes, and you shook your head slowly.

“Please, stop,” your voice was trembling and finally the tears spilled over, and you could feel the heat of them drip down your cheeks.

As he plowed through your sloppy cunt he kissed his way up your body, slow and lazy. There was something in the way Kei kissed, even when his insanity had a strong hold, there was something sweet about it, gentle. They often tickled, so light you could barely feel until his teeth nipped at your skin and then you arced your neck. A groan would follow but still it was like there were two of him warring for control. The one violating your folds, and the one kissing your limp body like it was an altar.

His thumb dragged over your lower lip as he jabbed at a spot inside your cunt that finally sent off a dull sensation. But to you after not feeling anything it was like lightning. Violent pleasure racked your frame, and he chuckled above you before he replaced his thumb with his mouth.

His tongue swept over yours, rolling against the roof of your mouth. It was a toxic kiss, drowning you in pleasure as his fingers slammed against that spot inside you again and again. You couldn’t breathe easily. It was hard to think with him scooping out everything you were, who you used to be, and rearranging it so easily. You couldn’t even fight against him; you didn’t want to. It felt good. It was the first sensation that felt purely good in weeks, or was it months, you couldn’t tell.

You could feel parts of your brain lighting up. Parts that had been darkened for so long. It sparked like a violent fork of lightening across your neuro pathways, and it was so similar to an orgasm. Except so full and emotional, like every stress and fear you’d felt shattered away. You broke away from Kei’s all-consuming kiss so you could gasp in air. Your eyelids fluttered and your chest heaved in a staccato rhythm.

When the world stopped shaking and tumbling around you everything came back into focus and Kei was the first thing you saw. His face looked intrigued, maliciously pleased, but you realized he’d pulled free from your cunt, licking drops of your slick from his fingers.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone orgasm after the surgery,” he whispered, his voice nearly trembling with excitement. “I knew it. I always knew you were the one. Now it’s been confirmed.”

You shook your head, your brain fogged and confused, “The one for what?”

“People always leave me, and my dolls they always die eventually. But you are strong, you can’t leave now, and you’ve survived everything with far better outcomes than anyone else. It was always a learning process. I never graduated from medical school. Working in the morgue was my fall back. Turned out to be the perfect cover story,” Kei said, his voice had turned soft now, contemplative as he began to clean up.

You were grateful that it seemed he was done for the day. But as per usual you read the situation wrong, entirely wrong. Slowly Kei pulled out a beautifully shining revolver. Something old, something heavy, something he took care of. Your jaw tensed as he rolled the bullet chamber and you listened to each section click into place until it finally slowed to a stop.

“Did you know, if you add fear to sex that the orgasm is often stronger?” Kei said, and once again his voice was calm, pensive.

It was as if he wasn’t talking about pointing a gun at you while fucking into your disabled body. It was as if he wasn’t threatening to accidentally pull the trigger and possibly kill you. He’d already maimed you it couldn’t get much worse, right? Yet still you wanted to live, that innate desire to survive filled you. You watched him with wide eyes as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt.

He revealed beautifully pale skin, a lanky and lightly muscled body. It was something you would normally want; it was something you would normally beg to touch. But every ounce of romance had been stripped away, hadn’t it? Still, you felt your heart speed up and you were certain that it wasn’t from fear. There was an anxious desire in your heart, a need to make him happy.

You weren’t sure when that had started to happen. You were certain it was a thing before he had abducted you. Yet you couldn’t be sure. That life, when you went to work everyday, drank coffee, ate foods, and god forbid were able to walk, seemed like so long ago. Was this even your life anymore, weren’t you someone else now?

So, didn’t it make sense that you found yourself caught up in his web, letting him lead you down every path? You followed Kei willingly now, so quickly, after he showed you just a little bit of pleasure. He called you special, he wouldn’t hurt you. So, when he put the gun to your temple after he was naked and your eyes were flicking in mild terror from his face to his long cock, you knew you wouldn’t even try to talk your way out of this.

Instead, you tilted your chin, leaning into the cool metal as it trailed down your cheek and pressed into the bottom of your jaw. You felt the exit of where the bullet would come out bite deep into your flesh when Kei slid inside your body, sighing as if your cunt was made for him. As if he was coming home after days of being away.

He leaned over you, his body bowing as he watched with eager eyes while he tracked the silver barrel of a gun dragging over your skin. Slowly it stopped right above your ribcage, where your heart beat somewhere in your chest. You swallowed and you were certain it was thumping from the way you could feel the blood pound in your neck.

You both looked at the way your breast dimpled each time he fucked up into you and it pressed against the muzzle. You shivered; you knew it would be so easy for him to lose his grip. There was no safety, you both could get hurt. You could die! But neither of you tried to stop it, you didn’t argue with him, and Kei in fact began to move faster.

“You look so scared,” he hissed, and he was right, you could feel how big your eyes were.

“You’re scared but not one little worry passed those lips, not one scream for me to stop. In fact, you’re so sloppy wet it’s almost disgusting,” he smiled widely, all sharp and predatory that it almost reminded you of a dog baring its teeth, “almost.”

He made sure you knew he was enjoying it, “You’re such a good fuck doll. Made so perfect for me. I made you like this.”

You couldn’t help yourself, you responded, and you hated it. Your body tightened around him; your breath became shallow as you whined every time you were blessed with a moment of dull, pleasurable sensation. He grunted above you with pure ecstasy. But never once did his hand waver, and never once did his gaze move from either your face or the metal pressed against your chest.

His other hand pressed one of your limp legs down against your chest and right as things began to feel better, the dull throb began to become noticeable all the time, Kei pulled the hammer back on the revolver. You heard the subtle click and your heart jumped. Your breathing turned into desperate gasps. Your wide eyes stared as the gun rocked with each of his motions and his finger grew taught on the trigger each time he pulled back.

Your gaze flicked to his face, and he smiled at you, staring at your features now, the terror that stained them. You trembled even as you felt your walls attempt to flutter.

“That’s it,” he hissed. “Cum for me.”

You did, and then through narrowed eyes you saw him cum. You saw the rapture on his face. You saw the way his lips parted slightly and heard the soft groan that left his lips. You also saw his finger squeeze. You heard the hammer click down. The last thing you saw as darkness overtook your mind, was Kei’s satiated face.

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Pour Me Your Heart

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The smell of coffee beans filled the small coffee shop Tadashi Yamaguchi worked at. It was underground, led to by a flight of stairs that opened into a large room with plants growing in every nook and cranny and tables scattered about. In the corner was another room closed off by large red double doors that housed the cafe: The UnderGrounds. Artwork hung on every vertical surface ranging from children’s doodles to painting masterpieces. Practically every medium of art was represented: charcoal, chalk, pastels, watercolor…it was one of the things Yamaguchi adored about his job. Looking at the artwork and being able to display new ones was a joy Yamaguchi would never be rid of. That, and the free chai tea he was guaranteed during his shifts never hurt either. But he also loved speaking to the regular patrons, mostly college students and professors, and would converse with them as he made their drinks and drew pictures in the latte foam.

“What’s that book you’re reading about?”

“Oh! How is that art project going?”

“An extra shot of espresso? Well, it is finals week.”

No matter the topic, Yamaguchi’s personality just seemed to effortlessly draw conversation out of everyone. Something about him just felt like home.

Yamaguchi prided himself in his memory of customers, so when a newcomer arrived in the coffee shop one Thursday afternoon, he was surprised to say the least. It was the middle of the semester, so the chances of it being a new student was slim. Possibly a new professor? But that didn’t seem too quite fit either. Yamaguchi couldn’t help but wonder.

As soon as the stranger had walked through the open door, Yamaguchi asked, “So what brings you here?” The stranger stiffened slightly at his question yet continued to walk towards the counter. Most probably wouldn’t have noticed the slight change in his demeanor, but Yamaguchi noted it right away.

“I wanted coffee.” The man bluntly said. Once he had reached the counter, Yamaguchi couldn’t help but scan his features. He was pretty, with high cheekbones, golden brown eyes, and curly blond hair. He wore black glasses that sat on the bridge of his nose, and the man seemed to subconsciously push them up as he waited for Yamaguchi’s response.

“Oh, yes, of course! But I meant, what brings you here. As in, this is a small town and I’ve never seen you before. I’m just curious is all!” Yamaguchi smiled brightly.

The man sighed, as if exasperated by Yamaguchi’s questions. Yamaguchi anxiously shifted from foot to foot, not expecting this kind of response. “Well,” the man paused, “I’m a new hire at a local bookstore.”

“Ah! Well, what would you like to order?” Yamaguchi asked.

“Just black coffee.”

“Alrighty! Your total is two dollars and sixty-five cents.” The man tapped his credit card against the console and waited as Yamaguchi began to pour him a cup.

“What brought you to this town?” Yamaguchi asked. Once more, the man sighed, obviously not one for small talk. Or possibly, not one for any kind of “talk”. He ultimately just shrugged, not even dignifying Yamaguchi’s question with a worded response. Yamaguchi let the question hang between them in the air, stifling any further conversation he had been hoping for.

“What’s the name for the drink, by the way?” Yamaguchi asked on instinct.

“There’s no one else here.” The man responded.

Yamaguchi shifted in place awkwardly before saying, “Sorry, force of habit.”

“Tsukishima.”

“What?”

“My name. It’s Tsukishima.”

“I’m Yamaguchi!” Tsukishima just stared. “Anyways, here’s your coffee!” Yamaguchi handed the drink to Tsukishima, who promptly took it and walked out of the cafe. Yamaguchi took in a deep breath, before roughly exhaling through clenched teeth. He placed his head on the counter before groaning to himself; he wasn’t sure what Tsukishima’s problem was, but he didn’t like it.

The next day at work, Yamaguchi’s shift started like any other. College students poured in during the lunch hours, requesting over complicated drinks despite the rush. Luckily, Yamaguchi wasn’t by himself. His boss, Sugawara, was there making drinks as Yamaguchi took orders. But with little to no time to converse with any of the students, Yamaguchi couldn’t help but feel a little guilty. He wanted nothing more than to ask how everyone was doing, but with the line leading out the door and up the stairs, he just didn’t have the luxury to. Thankfully, the lunch rush eventually ended, leaving Sugawara and Yamaguchi to catch their breath.

“That felt busier than usual,” Yamaguchi said at one point, but all Sugawara did in response was nod.

“Well, that marks the end of my shift. We won’t be getting any more rushes today since it’s Friday. You good to lock up on your own?” Sugawara said, throwing the cafe keys at Yamaguchi who fumbled them, almost dropping them in the process. Sugawara let out a small chuckle at the sight.

“And you used to play volleyball.” Sugawara laughed. Yamaguchi smiled sheepishly.

“Well, are you good to close by yourself?” Sugawara shifted the topic.

“Yeah!” Yamaguchi responded.

“Okay, well, if you need anything I only live, like, a street down.” Sugawara let out another small laugh before ruffling Yamaguchi’s hair and leaving. It was just as Sugawara walked up the stairs and out the door, did Tsukishima make his way into the cafe.

“Oh, hello again!” Yamaguchi said brightly, trying his best to not show how much his appearance irked him. Yamaguchi thought it painful how beautiful Tsukishima was; how could such a sour personality be housed in such a gorgeous person anyways?

“I’d like a latte, please.” Tsukishima said.

“Okay, would you like any latte foam art?” Yamaguchi asked. While not amazing at it, latte foam art was a hobby of Yamaguchi’s he thoroughly enjoyed. Over the past year of practicing, he’d gotten past wobbly shapes and could now draw small pictures, but it was nowhere near the talent of others.

“Surprise me.” Tsukishima smirked. Yamaguchi thought for a moment, before settling on drawing a simple cat outline. He set to work, and as soon as he finished with the drink, he handed it to Tsukishima.

“Here you go!” Yamaguchi responded.

“A cat. Cute. I have two, actually.” Tsukishima said as he looked down at the art.

“Really? What are their names?”

Tsukishima smiled to himself for a moment, most likely thinking of his two cats, before his face retreated back into its regular stony disposition. He just shrugged in response before leaving, not even dignifying Yamaguchi’s question with a response.

Yamaguchi didn’t see Tsukishima for a couple days after that, and he couldn’t help but wonder if he somehow offended Tsukishima by asking him about his pets. It wasn’t until Tsukishima came in about a week later with a “Sorry, I’ve been busy lately,” as he walked through the doorway. Yamaguchi smiled, knowing the implication that was ladened in his words; Tsukishima wanted to see him.

Tsukishima reached into his pocket, pulling out a phone in a simple black case. Yamaguchi could see him looking for something, and once Tsukishima presented his phone to Yamaguchi, Yamaguchi’s face split into a wide smile. There on the screen was a picture of two cats curled into each other, one white and the other black.

“Artemis and Luna.” Tsukishima said.

“Hm?” Yamaguchi made a questioning noise.

“Their names. Artemis and Luna.”

“Like in Sailor Moon?” Yamaguchi asked. Tsukishima didn’t seem like the kind of person to be into magical girl anime, but Sailor Moon had enthralled Yamaguchi growing up as well, so he tried to make his words sound as far away from judgmental as possible.

Tsukishima sighed. “Yeah, I used to watch it with my older brother growing up and when I got an all black cat, I knew I had to name her Luna. I got Artemis second and when I saw him, I just knew I had to name him Artemis to go along with Luna.”

“That’s cute. I also used to watch it growing up.” Yamaguchi admitted. “So, what are you ordering today?”

“A latte. Do whatever you want for the foam art.” Yamaguchi punched Tsukishima’s order into the register and began making the latte. He did a crescent moon for the foam art, feeling it fit the conversation at hand.

“Thanks.” Tsukishima said as he took the cup from Yamaguchi, as he began to head off. Yamaguchi began to clean up between customers, wondering why Tsukishima had become so chatty. It seemed out of character for the aloof man that preceded him. Especially after Tsukishima had ignored the question of his cat’s name. Yamaguchi tried not to think about it too much, but nevertheless he did.

Tsukishima began coming in more frequently after that, always ordering the same thing, ‘a latte, do whatever you want for the foam art’. Through simple conversations Yamaguchi had been able to piece together that Tsukishima had an older brother named Akiteru and no other siblings, that he worked at the local bookstore, that he was from the town over, and that he had a telescope. Yamaguchi always looked forward to their simple conversations, even if Tsukishima was still standoffish.

Then there was the day Tsukishima came in on Yamaguchi’s break. Yamaguchi had been sitting at a table, sipping on a chai tea latte as Sugawara took the orders and prepared the drinks of the customers. Yamaguchi just happened to look up as Tsukishima walked through the doorway. Yamaguchi gave a little wave and a smile, as Tsukishima walked towards him.

“Off today?” Tsukishima asked.

Yamaguchi shook his head. “No, just on break.” Tsukishima just nodded in acknowledgement. “You can join me, if you want.” Yamaguchi said. Tsukishima nodded again, before going to order. Yamaguchi shrugged to himself, hoping that he wasn’t somehow being too forward by asking Tsukishima to sit with him.

A couple minutes later, Yamaguchi heard the close sound of a chair scraping on hardwood. He picked up his head and found Tsukishima sitting across from him. They had never spoken without a counter between them, and Yamaguchi could feel the difference, the proximity. Their knees almost touched under the small table.

“You work at a bookstore, right?” Yamaguchi asked.

“Yeah,” was all Tsukishima replied.

“How come?”

“Well, it was a job that was available. And I like to read so it felt fitting. Why do you work at a coffee shop?”

“I went to high school with Sugawara, we actually played volleyball together, so when he wanted to open up a coffee shop, I said I’d help him. I’m not a co-owner or anything, all the behind-the-scenes stuff is Sugawara, I just work here.” Yamaguchi smiled. “You moved here from a neighboring town, right?”

“Yeah.”

“How come?”

Tsukishima shrugged. “Wanted to get out of the house, get my own place, I guess.”

“I live in the apartment complex down the street, it’s a pretty short walk which is nice.”

“I’m in the one across from yours, if we’re thinking of the same place.”

“We’re practically neighbors, then!” Yamaguchi let out a small laugh.

“Yeah,” a small smile crossed Tsukishima’s face. They continued to talk before Tsukishima looked at the time on his phone.

“I should head back to work,” he inevitably said.

“Yeah, I probably should too.” Yamaguchi let out a small laugh as he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, knowing for sure he went over his break time. “See you later,” he said as he stood up. “It was nice talking to you.”

Tsukishima offered a small smirk, “It was nice talking to you too.” Yamaguchi gave a parting wave as he headed into the back to grab his apron.

“You enjoy talking to that tall blond?” Sugawara said with a teasing lilt to his voice. Yamaguchi walked over as he tied his apron behind him. It was black and covered his entire front, his name tag pinned at the top.

“His name is Tsukishima. But yes, I did.”

“Do you like him?” Sugawara bumped his hip against Yamaguchi.

“As a friend, yes.” Yamaguchi rolled his eyes.

“Hm, I saw how you smiled at him. You’re definitely developing a crush.”

Yamaguchi rolled his eyes again. “Whatever you say.”

Yamaguchi quickly found out Sugawara was not wrong. Tsukishima continued to come at the same time every day, admitting once that he was trying to catch Yamaguchi on his breaks. Yamaguchi began walking to the bookstore as well, bringing coffee and snacks and hoping that Tsukishima would be able to chat.

“If you want, you could come over to my apartment and meet my cats sometime,” Tsukishima said unexpectedly one day. Yamaguchi had just arrived at the bookstore, armed with lattes and muffins. Yamaguchi stood stunned for a moment, before grinning and saying, “I’d love that! When are you off?”

“Is tomorrow too soon?” Tsukishima said.

“Not at all, I’m off tomorrow too.”

“Great. Here, give me your phone number so I can text you my apartment number.” Yamaguchi gave it to him, soon after he received a simple text message that read only ‘214’.

The next day as Yamaguchi was getting ready, he realized he was shaking. Nervousness surged through his veins like electricity, unsure of what to expect when he arrived. Yamaguchi liked familiarity; he liked knowing what would happen before it happened. Going over to Tsukishima’s apartment was uncharted territory, and it terrified him.

As the agreed upon time of 1pm rolled around, Yamaguchi was walking down the hall from the elevator to apartment 214. He softly knocked on the door, not wanting to startle Tsukishima. Tsukishima must have been waiting for him, as the door opened almost immediately after. He was dressed in casual wear, very different from his usual button down and slacks attire he wore to work. Yamaguchi had never seen Tsukishima in jeans, and something felt almost personal about it. Yamaguchi looked no different than he usually did.

“Hey, come in.” Tsukishima said, stepping aside out of the doorway to allow Yamaguchi to walk into the apartment. Immediately, he was greeted by a small fluffy white cat rubbing against his leg.

“Artemis is very friendly,” Yamaguchi said.

“Yeah, he loves people.” Tsukishima closed the door. “Luna is a bit shyer, but she’s in the living room last time I checked. Here, it’s down this hall.” Yamaguchi followed Tsukishima down a short walkway to a room with a TV, couch, and cat tree. On the highest part of the cat tree lay Luna, seemingly sleeping. Tsukishima walked over and began petting her. Luna perked up, rubbing the side of her face against his hand.

“Can I pet her?” Yamaguchi asked, pointing to Luna.

“Sure, go ahead.” Tsukishima said.

Yamaguchi walked over and began stroking her soft fur. “I’ve never had a pet cat; I’ve only ever had a dog.”

“What kind of dog?”

“Big dog. Growing up we had a Tosa Inu.”

“Oh, that’s a big dog.”

“Yeah! His name was Yoshi.”

“After the Mario character?”

Yamaguchi sighed. “Yeah, after the Mario character.” He paused. “Have you had cats before?”

Tsukishima shook his head. “No, my mom’s allergic so I never had one growing up.”

“What made you decide to get one?”

Tsukishima shrugged. “I don’t know, I've always wanted one. And after getting the first, I wanted another.” His voice was nonchalant, almost as if he didn’t care, but Yamaguchi could see a sparkle in Tsukishima’s eyes that was seldom there. They continued to talk into the evening, chatting about everything and nothing all at once. They ate together in Tsukishima’s small kitchen, their legs bumping under the table. Eventually, Yamaguchi bid Tsukishima farewell, citing his fatigue as a reason to depart. He gave Luna and Artemis final head pats before he left, Tsukishima closing the door behind him.

As soon as he exited the elevator, he called Sugawara.

“You were right, you were so right.” Yamaguchi said as soon as Sugawara answered.

“Oh whatever do you mean?” Sugawara asked, a teasing lilt to his voice.

“About Tsukishima. I like him. I was just over at his apartment and he has two cats and he likes dinosaurs and space and he’s just so…” Yamaguchi trailed off, struggling to find words to convey what he wanted.

Sugawara laughed. “I get it, you like him.”

“I wish I didn’t.”

“Why?”

Yamaguchi sighed. “I don’t even know if he likes guys, let alone me.”

“Try hinting to him that you like him. Or just be straightforward.” Sugawara offered.

“Okay. Okay, alright. Thanks, Suga.”

“No problem.” Yamaguchi breathed a sigh as he hung up, unlocking his apartment as he did so.

Yamaguchi decided to be subtle. He was terrified to admit his feelings explicitly, not wanting to scare off Tsukishima. Through small cues and soft conversations, Yamaguchi was able to piece together that Tsukishima had had a boyfriend before, that he was most likely gay, that he was currently single, and that maybe he had the slightest inkling of feelings for Yamaguchi, if the flirting Sugawara pointed out was anything to go by. Yamaguchi tried leaving subtle hints that he liked Tsukishima, but Tsukishima was either too dense or too oblivious to understand them. After a month of this dance, Yamaguchi was practically pulling his hair out in frustration. Yamaguchi thought back to Sugawara’s advice, and decided it was time to be as direct as he could be.

The next day when Tsukishima came in to order a latte, Yamaguchi decided to confess then and there. He poured the foam in the shape of a heart, with ‘Y+T’ written inside of it. Outside of the heart, to the right, was a question mark. Yamaguchi hoped Tsukishima would understand what he was trying to convey, and when he passed over the drink, Yamaguchi couldn’t help but notice how badly his own hand was shaking.

Yamaguchi watched as Tsukishima walked to a table, taking off the lid and looking down at the foam art. A blush graced Tsukishima’s features, covering his cheekbones and traveling down his neck. Tsukishima stared for a moment, before standing up and walking back towards Yamaguchi. Yamaguchi could feel his heart thumping in his chest and his blood thrumming through his veins.

“I need you to explain this.” Tsukishima said. Yamaguchi’s face burned. Tsukishima didn’t sound angry, more confused than anything, but Yamaguchi regretted trying to convey his feelings.

“I like you.” Yamaguchi took a deep breath. “As more than a friend. I wanted to confess but was scared to tell you, so I tried doing it this way.”

Tsukishima nodded, biting his lip for a moment, thinking. “Okay.” Yamaguchi’s heart dropped into the pit of his stomach.

“Would you like to go on a date some time?” Tsukishima asked. Yamaguchi stood stunned.

“What?”

“Well you like me, and I like you, so would you like to go on a date?”

“Yeah!” Yamaguchi said a little too excitedly.

“Great, when would you like to and what would you like to do?”

Yamaguchi sat on the couch in his apartment, waiting for Tsukishima to arrive for their first date. He chewed at his nails as he watched TV, already having set up everything he could for their date.

As soon as there was a knock at the door, Yamaguchi was turning off the TV and running towards the front of his apartment. He quickly unlocked it and found Tsukishima on the other side with a faint blush covering his features.

“Welcome to my apartment,” Yamaguchi said, stepping aside and ushering him in.

“So you’re going to teach me how to make latte foam art?”

“That’s the plan!” Yamaguchi smiled as he closed the door behind Tsukishima. Yamaguchi did his best to instruct Tsukishima on pouring latte foam art, but Tsukishima’s shaky hands created squiggly lines. Tsukishima chuckled at his own failed attempts, and Yamaguchi tried to help as much as he could. By the end of the day, they had pictures from Yamaguchi’s practiced hands and mish mashed shapes from Tsukishima’s. Yamaguchi decided to cook dinner for them, Tsukishima helping prepare the food. Yamaguchi couldn’t help but think just how domestic it all felt. He smiled to himself as he served the rice at the thought. As they washed the dishes together, Yamaguchi leaned into Tsukishima’s side. Tsukishima froze for a second, before relaxing after a moment.

“Thanks for helping me.” Yamaguchi said.

“What kind of date would I be if I didn’t?” Tsukishima smirked. Yamaguchi paused, turning towards Tsukishima.

“Can I kiss you?” Yamaguchi said, a joking tone in his voice.

Tsukishima raised an eyebrow, before leaning down slightly, only a few centimeters away from Yamaguchi’s face. Yamaguchi’s breath caught in his throat at the proximity.

“Of course you can.” Tsukishima smirked before closing the gap between them. It was a soft kiss, just a press of each other’s lips, but Yamaguchi’s heart could barely handle it. He could feel it beating so hard in his chest that he was almost positive Tsukishima could hear it. After Tsukishima pulled away, Yamaguchi returned to the dishes, a blush covering both of their faces.

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